May 2013
8 posts
D.C.
It’s raining quite hard. I can hear the raindrops trickling down my window, soliloquizing of a past affair during which I caught a glimpse of paradise.
We made love, passionate, consuming love. How rapturous your soul and mine intertwined as our lips met gently and your hands explored in me places I never knew existed, opening doors in my heart I never wanted to open once more. I kissed...
April 2013
1 post
March 2013
16 posts
Shadow Writer: I've been thinking about you. →
I’ve been thinking about the concept of being the big spoon, for once. Of what it would feel like to press the clouds of my breasts against the plain of your back. I’ve been wondering if our bodies would naturally rise and fall together as we breathe in unison, and what the nape of your neck would smell like if it were pressed against my nose. I’ve been thinking about whether the smooth mounds...
February 2013
38 posts
“It’s midnight now and somewhere in a November
that still exists tonight, we’re...”
– “Thinking About The Way You Hold Your Hands Over Flowerbeds,” Shinji Moon (via commovente)
